Day 1484

Hank and the boys did NOT enjoy the Champlin fireworks on Saturday evening. Hiding and whimpering were the name of the game, so all were consoled and treats were offered until the last “mad minute” faded away. We headed to bed with Gus sleeping on my legs all night. (He is supposed to be bred for hunting!!)

Irrational fears, unexplained noises, unseen “monsters” and any other thing that goes bump in the night makes our “Halo of Goldens” quake. Comforting them is a challenge. Not being able to explain the source of their fear leads to simply soothing them with lights, music and snuggles.

There are those uneasy circumstances in everyone’s life. During the day, all is well, but at night, my imagination kicks into overdrive! Luckily, I can rationalize and talk myself down off the cliff. For my poor Goldens, everything becomes a fight-or-flight! We all just get through it and recover on the other side.

One good thing about dogs is they can shake it off in a moment. Me…not so much! At least I have a semi-rational brain that can calm my nerves. However, we DO live in a haunted house…